1 comments/ 29515 views/ 2 favorites Vignette By: WinterSolstice Author' Prologue: I hope to repay (a little) the enjoyment that Literotica writers have given me. I would very much appreciate your feedback, criticisms and suggestions. THANKS. - WinterSolstice * * * * * - - - - - - - - [Vignette ] "Michael, I need a rest. It's been a really long day." "Well, why don't we lay down a take nap together?" "No. You aren't listening...I said rest." "Exactly, you nap, I nap. You wake, I wake. I play, you play. See? It works out." I tease. "Cute. Go ahead and fix yourself dinner. I don't want anything. I'm going upstairs." With that Michelle is on her way. End of conversation. Well, might as well grab a bite. What to find ...what to find? I bit of cold chicken breast from last night? ... maybe. Some red grapes? ... yes. The pasta salad Bob and Susan brought over? ...no. Is it even any good? Hmmm... can't tell. Best leave it in the refrigerator until I know it is bad, then throw it out. O.k. it is going to be a cold chicken wrap, some grapes and a glass of milk. Ah, those glorious bachelor days are gone for good. A culinary opus. The pinnacle of the day. Yawn. TV on. Flip through the channels - once - twice. What a day. Come to think of it, a nap does sound fine. Are you sleeping? Maybe you are only resting and would like some company. Nah, I know better. A nap does sound fine, but so would ... well, never mind, I know better. I walk upstairs and open the door. There you are. Asleep. ...and beautiful. You really must have been tired. My eyes follow the trail from the door to your dresser - a blouse...a skirt...a shoe...hose...another shoe...dresser. Bra in a pile on top of the dresser. You in a pile on top of the unmade bed. Face down, wearing your sleep t-shirt and the fancy green silk panties that match the suit now strewn across the floor. I will never understand why, but you still insist that underwear has to match the outfit. Your hair spreads out on the pillow. One hand is tucked under your chin. You are beautiful. You rustle. "...mmm, Go away." Maybe if I just stand still. I wait and look at you as you lay. One minute passes. Two minutes. "Arrgh...if you must bug me, come here and rub my shoulders." Aha! I win. I sit down on the edge of the bed next to you. Your eyes stay closed but you turn your face away. Other than that you don't move. I gather your hair away from your face and lift it up onto the pillow so that I can see your neck. I lightly play with the short fine hairs at the edge of your hairline. '...mmm," you protest. "Alright," I respond. I begin by lightly placing two fingertips on either side of your neck just behind your ears and move them in slow circles. "Cute ears," I whisper. "...mmm!" You grunt. O.k., I get it - 'no talking.' I apply slightly more pressure. The circles get a little bigger and I start to work toward the base of your skull. Yeah, there you go. Relax into my fingers. Good. With what seems to be a heroic effort you reach up and pull the pillow out from under your head then collapse again. Your eyes never open. Now you look more comfortable and I can pay proper attention to your neck. I take my time and slowly walk four fingers up either side, gently massaging as I go. Then I reverse the process until I am kneading your shoulders. I repeat the whole process, more slowly each time. You seem to relax even further. "Let me take this off," I whisper as I reach down to pull up your t-shirt. You mumble, "No, not tonight...I'm tired." You seem to sink even further into the mattress as if you could will yourself to get heavier. I give up. For a while I fumble through the fabric of your shirt and massage across your shoulders and back. This doesn't work well and I find myself resorting to broad stroking motions instead. I am loosing my focus. I was watching for any subtle cue from you, but you seem to have found your perfectly relaxed spot and seem oblivious to me. I keep stroking but can't stop looking over at your cute butt all wrapped in emerald green silk and lace. Kind of like the perfect Christmas present...all I need to do is put a bright red bow on one cheek. This line of thinking doesn't help anything. Still, surely I can be forgiven one indulgence? I lean forward, careful to maintain the same rhythm across your shoulders and back. I stop just short of burying my face in your neck and hair. I breathe in the delicate mix of you, the faint trace of perfume left over from this morning and the wonderful sleepy smell from your t-shirt. It's a feminine musky smell. I shouldn't, I know. I should sneak out right now. Still, you might respond....either that, or you are going to have a fit. It's a long shot. One time out of ten you respond positively. The rest of the time I end up sleeping on the couch. What can I say? I'm a guy. Seems like pretty good odds. I slide down toward the foot of the bed until I am sitting along side your knees. You show only the slightest response. I gently but purposefully place my palms on either side of your leg and begin a very slow, deep massage of your calf. I get a low moan from you in return. I should have known, after all day in heels... I continue to work on your calf. I can tell that you are coming out of your "sleepy" state, just a little bit. Your skin is smooth and warm and you relax again under my hands. I begin to work upward, but as I rise to the level of your knee you roll slightly to your side and slide your foot up your calf. Of course, my gaze darts to the crotch of your panties as you expose yourself. The green satin contrasts with the pale color of your skin and the wisp of golden hair that peeks out from the side. I study the muscles of your thigh as they curve inward toward your sex. You are indeed a beautiful woman. If you only knew what you are doing to me. Maybe you do? Perhaps this is a prelude? ...And once again hope burns bright in my heart...well, o.k. maybe its not exactly in my heart. I move to begin massaging the fullness of your upper thigh. This is pretty grand. Your worn cotton t-shirt lies loosely around your waist and across the flare of your hips. I cannot imagine a softer picture. I begin working up your leg and feel the muscles recede as my hand descends toward your center. You raise your knee ever so slightly, giving me better access and letting me know that I have your permission at last. I rest my right hand on your hip and trace lightly along your slit with one finger of the other hand. I continue slowly tracing your sex this way. I sense you slipping further away, receding into your thoughts. I press a little more firmly, running two fingers along the center of your panties. I can feel your sex growing warmer and fuller. Mmm...I can feel your clitoris getting hard even through the silk. I move my fingers forward so that I can cover your mound with my palm and slide my index and fingers on either side of your clit. Now your body begins responding to my touch. I feel a twitch each time my wedding band passes over your sensitive spot. Your hips begin to rock in time to the motion of my hand and I feel your panties grown humid under my hand. I can feel your orgasm approaching. You begin rocking your hips harder and push back into my hand. I increase the tempo to bring you to the edge and soon you are there. You raise your bottom into the air and push hard against my hand as your knees come together and your thighs clamp hard around my hand. I watch as you tuck your hand tightly under your chin and your cheek becomes flush with color. Soon the clasp on my hand fades. I slow my motion. I watch as you return to your slow rocking motion, then lie still as your orgasm fades away. Using only my fingertips now, I rub ever widening circles until I feel your tension drain away. I stop and slide my hand from between your legs. I watch your breathing slow and deepen. The flush begins to recede from your cheek. I lean forward, breathe in your scent and whisper, "I love you, Michelle." And I hear you mumble, "I love you too, Michael." With that I rise and turn off the light. I think to myself, "Yup, nine times out of ten. Once again I am sleeping on the couch." But tonight I don't mind. Vignette I looked down at the top of her head. Her mouth was wet and hot as she slurped her way up my cock, then back down. The red highlights in her short hair caught the gleam of the candle and turned it to copper. I spread my legs farther apart. She rolled to her side and slid her hand up my thigh. The other hand was stroking that part of my erection she couldn't fit into her mouth. The free hand slipped down and back. I turned to make it easy for her to do what she knew I wanted. I reached over my head for the tube of lubricant. She held her hand out. I squirted a dollop of it onto it. She rubbed her fingers together, warming the slick clear stuff before bringing it to my puckered asshole. I lifted my hips and used my own hands to part my ass cheeks. I wanted her inside me. I needed to feel her probing and slipping into me. She sucked my cock hard. I pushed my hips up, driving my stiffness into her. Then I relaxed, sliding out of her mouth a ways, as the movement caused the opposite effect in back. When I went into her mouth, the slippery fingers pulled out of my ass. When I pulled out, her fingers sank deep into me. My breath became more rapid as I felt my orgasm approaching. I pulled her around, she rotated her body, never releasing either her mouth's hold on my cock or her plunging fingers in my rear passage. Her hips were next to my head, now. I slipped my fingers between her thighs, then between her own cheeks, to probe her ass. I wanted to taste her, but at the same time, I selfishly didn't want to distract either her or myself from what she was doing for me, to me. I groaned out loud. The pressure was building. My fingers were sticky with the deposit I'd left in her tight ass so recently. Another finger found her oozing pussy and slid into it. My impending orgasm was a surprise, it would be my second in less than an hour. Only her talented mouth and hands could have done it for me at my age. One second I felt my orgasm coming on, the next it was there! I knew there couldn't be much semen, but what there was she sucked into her mouth and swallowed, savoring it. She sucked and sucked, prolonging the tingling even as my anus clenched down on her sliding fingers. I wished then she could slide them farther into me, fuck me with them as if they were a cock, ravishing me mercilessly, the way I had just done to her asshole. I brought my free hand down on her ass with a SMACK! She jerked, the motion driving her mouth down farther onto my softening pole. She slipped her fingers out of me slowly as she was able to take more of my cock into her mouth. I swatted her again, at the same time pushing my fingers deeper into both her holes. Now that I had climaxed, I lifted one leg and slipped under her. Her hips rested on my upper chest now and I brought my mouth up and into her aromatic crotch. I licked her folds, sucking her juices in and savoring them. Then I lifted up a short way to lap at the semen oozing from her ass. I bit the tender flesh just beside that dripping hole, that source of so much pleasure for us both. My hand fell again and again on her butt: SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! She had my whole dick in her mouth now. Her breath was puffing against my belly with each swat. I pushed two fingers easily into her pussy and synchronized them with my tongue in her ass and my stinging swats on her cheeks. I could feel her approaching yet another orgasm. I drove into her over and over and she clenched my fingers, my tongue and my cock all at once as she stiffened her legs around my head. Then she relaxed. I released her, sliding both my fingers and tongue from her. She slipped off me and rested beside me on the bed. I closed my eyes and hugged her hips to me, my cheek against her thigh. She echoed the pose, upside down next to me. A few minutes later, she turned around so we were face to face. We kissed, sharing all the tastes and aromas. My cheeks were smeared with come and her juices and her hand was sticky with lubricant. I tasted my semen on her tongue. She brought her hand to my nipple and tweaked it gently. I bit her earlobe. We dozed off in perfect contentment and very much in love. Vignette She grunted, a deep sound emanating from somewhere between her chest and her stomach. "Does it hurt?" I asked. "Should I stop?" "No." She grunted again, shifting slightly. I could feel every perturbation of that shift right up the shaft of my erect cock. "Don't stop." That didn't answer my first question. I pushed, forcing another millimeter of my erection into her ass. The tightness surrounding me was extraordinary, prompting intense feelings, almost pain. I'd never done this before. She grunted yet again, sucked her breath in sharply. "Are you sure?" I asked. "Yes, goddammit, yes. Just do it." Her voice sounded pained. I pulled back slightly, then pushed harder. Her body gave way, shifting forward, then came up short. My cock inched inside of her tight ring. My eyes were transfixed by the lines of her back, the undulating muscles right beneath the skin, accented by the shadows thrown by the single lamp in the room. She let out a new noise, something more akin to a cry than a grunt, an inarticulate expression of pain, perhaps exertion, maybe desire? Her ass was high in the air, blending into the smooth curve of her back, dropping to her shoulders, which were almost touching the mattress. Her head was turned to the left, brown hair swept back out of the way. She wanted me to see her face. I pumped slowly, trying to get all the way in. "Are you in yet?" she asked. "Not quite." I replied through gritted teeth. The sensation was unlike anything I'd experienced before. Casual acquaintances, we had met at a party held by a mutual friend. A conversation about sex got started between herself and several other women, to which I listened passively for a while, until she had asked the others if they had tried anal. There was a round of laughter, some rolling eyes, some comments about pain, shit, and the willingness of men to fuck any hole offered to them. I chuckled at that and she turned to me, asking if I had done the back door deed. I replied in the negative. The conversation moved on, but I watched her, caught her watching me. Promising, I thought. Might be some fun to be had. More idle thought than anything substantive -- I was not much for picking up women I barely knew. Eventually I said my good-byes and was almost to the front door when she appeared at my elbow. "Never?" she asked, taking my arm. "Never what?" "Never fucked a woman's ass before?" I blushed a bit, felt a warmth gather in my balls. "Nope." "I'm also a virgin," she said, and her hand slid from my arm, over my hip, and around to cup my ass, squeezing gently. I turned to look at her, open mouthed. "Want to?" she asked, squeezing harder. "What?" I was a little in shock, a little turned on. "Want to fuck me in the ass? We can lose our virginity together." I stared at her for a moment. There was a half smile on her face, but her eyes showed an odd determination. She let go of my ass, took my hand, and placed it on her own. It felt firm and warm through her thin dress pants. I gave it a squeeze, then slid my hand down the curve of her cheek until my fingers were directly between her thighs, and applied pressure. There was heat emanating from beneath the fabric. I was fully hard now. Her eyelids drooped in reaction to my fingers pressing into her crotch, then flew open again. "I mean it," she whispered. Another grunting, strangled cry. I was feeling a little guilty that it was apparently hurting her, but she had told me to keep going, so I did. I was close to being buried inside of her ass, a thrilling notion for me. It felt good, damn good. Powerful. "Are you sure this isn't hurting you?" I asked again, wanting to be certain. Suddenly, she raised her shoulders off the bed, rising up on her elbows, pushing back against me. That did it. My cock was in to the root. A rush of sensation charged through me, left me shivering. She pulled a pillow in under her chest. I grabbed her hips more tightly, and began to draw back. She moaned, then grunted very loudly as I pushed all the way back in. I couldn't believe I was doing this. "I'm fucking you in the ass." "Yes." "Does it hurt? Tell me the truth." "Yes, it does." "Do you want me to stop?" "God, no. Do it. Fuck my ass." Her voice sounded tight, like the sphincter now gripping my cock. This was causing her pain, and apparently no small pleasure. The idea that it hurt, but that she wanted it, wanted more, hit me like a tidal wave. I began pounding into her, my face drawn in a grimace of determination. The pleasure was unlike any I'd experienced. Her reaction was equally unknown to me, but it spurred me on. Her grunts grew louder, mixed with cries of pain, moans of pleasure, and entreaties to never stop, don't stop, fuck me, fuck me. I felt like a god with her skewered on my cock, begging me to do it harder, faster. A familiar tingling numbness engulfed my cock, so intense that I could no longer tell where I ended and she began. "I'm going to cum in your ass," I panted. She began to howl.